This chapter is dedicated to OmniaVanitas, number03, shadowdolls who have constantly reviewed my fanfic :) thank you I really appreciate it T-T xD

And of course it's also dedicated to Vegx with whom I've been having a long rambling fest ever since she reviewed my fic lol XD

Anyway I'm somewhat satisfied with this chapter even though there is a sappy part in it, which is a bit of a shock since I don't exactly like... sappiness... man I don't even like the word "sappy".

Ugh in any case if you're confused I'm ready to answer any of your questions :)

Keep an eye on the dates ;)

Worth

25th of June 2084

The blond grumbled loudly as he lightly slammed his forehead against the desk.

«Why the hell do I have to follow summer classes? This sucks.»

«Why?» asked a mocking voice «because you suck that's why.»

«No one asked you.» mumbled the latter in defeat.

«No? I see no one else in here.» the other boy retorted in a biting tone «Tutoring a moron is one thing, but a crazy moron? Man, this tutoring is getting better and fucking better

«Hey! I'm not exactly happy with the arrangement either you know!» the boy protested lifting his head to glare at the raven-haired boy in front of him.

The raven ignored him as he once again skimmed through the program they were supposed to cover together.

«And how the fuck didn't you manage to understand this? Either you didn't even try or you are more of a moron than I initially thought. And if it's the first option then I'll fucking slice and dice your balls for wasting my fucking time, and just so you know I keep my promises.» the raven spat angrily.

«Sounds more like a threat than a promise, and wasting your time? You're probably paid to do this!»

«Think again asshole.» the other boy growled.

«No? Then what, they've forced you to play tutor?» the blond leaned his cheek against the knuckles of his left hand.

«No, Xehanort said that I need more credits to skip a few years-»

«So it is your own fault, more like your greed's fault; in any case… still your fault.»

The raven haired tutor slammed the stack of papers against the desk making the blond boy jump in surprise «Listen Ventilator-»

«It's Ventus jackass,» the blond sneered.

«Whatever, I didn't exactly think that someone would be so stupid as to have problems studying fucking biology. I mean what the fuck, it's not that hard to understand. And even if you don't understand it, memorize the stuff. At least you wouldn't have bothered me,»

The blond huffed «Well you thought wrong.» Ventus folded his arms before leaning backwards as he glared vehemently at the other.

Brown eyes calmly gazed the opposite blue ones.

«So… you're admitting to option two then?»

The blond frowned in confusion making the raven roll is eyes in annoyance.

«This answers my inquiry on why you didn't pass this subject; it seems you're having some problems with your hippocampus. Get it checked asshole.»

Ventus threw his hands in the air in distress, «you're never going to stop insulting me are you?»

«Unless you magically find a way of going back in time and ace the last test, which made you fail this class, then no I don't think so.» the tutor replied in a monotone voice.

The blond started rubbing his face in anguish «you're impossible.» he whispered hopelessly.

The raven grunted as he stared at the boys grades, «Why did you fail anyway? You seemed to have passed the other tests without having the need to retake them,» the boy curled his upper lip disparagingly «even though they were borderline.» he shook his head «fucking disgusting.» he muttered under his breath.

The blue-eyed boy started to fidget at the boy's inquiry.

«Well?» the raven pressed when it was apparent that the other boy wasn't about to answer anytime soon.

«Let's just say that something bad happened to a person who is dear to me, and it is kind of my duty as a friend to, you know, be there for that person,» Ventus stared at anything that wasn't the raven haired teenager, afraid that he would be further mocked.

After what seemed like hours the silence was broken when the raven sighed softly.

«It's-» the brown eyed boy rubbed his temple as his face scrunched up «it's somewhat admirable, I suppose.»

The blonds' eyes widen in surprise.

«But you're still a moron.» he finished as he gave the latter a pointed look.

Before Ventus could retort anything the raven continued «Anyway let's make an outline of what you have to study.»

«Y-yeah,» the blond nodded in agreement.

As the raven quickly wrote down the brief outline the blond cleared his throat.

«Say huh-»

«Vanitas,»

«Huh?»

«The name is Vanitas, God you've got such a short-term memory.» the boy retorted without lifting his gaze from the paper he was writing on.

«S-shut up!» the blond blushed in anger. «I want to ask you something, do you err mind?»

«I'd like to say yes, but whatever, I'm in the mood to amuse you. Go ahead.»

The blond rolled his eyes «Wow you're too kind.»

«I know.»

Ventus narrowed his eyes «Anyway. Are you some sort of genius?»

This time the pen paused in his scribbling and the raven raised his head to deliver a confused frown at the boy in front of him, «What

The blond blushed again but this time in embarrassment «Well you know, you are tutor, you have really high grades and you're planning to skip years…» the blond trailed off.

Vanitas stared at the blond with a calculating gaze before he started scribbling again.

«Hm Vanitas?»

When it seemed as if the brown-eyed (1) boy wasn't going to respond, Ventus released a sigh.

«I'm not a genius.» the blond blinked at the sudden response. «I'm not a genius because geniuses do not exist. We're all born with the same mental capacity. The only thing that differs us from one another is our character and our upbringing. The only reason why I get higher grades than the rest of the students is because I've trained my brain, since I was very young, to study; so it is easier for me.» the raven rips the sheet of paper out of his notepad still not sparing the surprised blond «this means that everyone has the capability to at least achieve average grades,» he handed the paper to the bewildered blond «even moronic blonds such as yourself.»

The speechless teenager took the sheet of paper mutely.

«I want you to study the two chapters I've circled by tomorrow and I want you to write down anything you don't understand.» with that the raven stood from his seat and walked of the room «see ya, Ventilator.» he slammed the door shut behind him.

«It's… Ventus,» the blond whispered in the now empty classroom.

The boy stared at the sheet of paper given to him, before stuffing it in backpack.

With a huge sigh he leans his forehead against the edge of the cool desk.

«How is it possible… that I feel even more stupid now? He wasn't trying to boost me right? No, impossible he was just trying to make me feel insecure about myself» he ranted «and he even succeeded,» he bumped his head against the desk as clenched his eyes shut «Stupid Vanita.» I smile grimily «you sure are full of surprises».

The blond pushed his face forward so that his face was between his folded arms. With a sigh he opens his eyes only to come face to face with an out of focus writing etched in the wooden desk. Curiously the blond leaned back slightly.

He blinked as he read the writing.

«Funny,» he smiled «it fits perfectly.»

Human beings are in truth a marvelously vain, miscellaneous and wavering issue; it is hard to make a constant and uniform decision regarding them. (2)

18th June 2559

Life, after years of pondering, is meaningless. There is no meaning to our existence. It doesn't matter if you're a good person or a bad one. It doesn't matter if you've helped an old lady instead of ignoring her pleas and it doesn't matter if you decide that you want to slaughter a child just for the fun of it. It doesn't matter because we aren't going anywhere specific after we die; there aren't any supernatural repercussions. There's no heaven or hell. When you die you are gone, along with what makes us human, your flesh.

There's no god looking down at you, judging every single move you make or choice you take; he simply doesn't exist. We're alone in this world; trust no one because no one will help you if you call for help. And most importantly don't help others; you should concentrate the little time you have on helping yourself.

This is what I've learned during these ten years thanks to my mentor. And I can say for certain I have reached my goal, and I owe it all to him.

I chuckle loudly earning an annoyed glance.

Juuuuust kidding.

I giggle as yellow eyes narrow.

To be frank I don't really care about that "meaningless" crap; life is the way it is and that's that. No point dwelling on it, it doesn't really change anything.

Regarding if I still believe in a divine being? Well yes and no. I technically believe in god it's just not, you know… God with the capital "G".

I snigger at the thought this time earning a punch in the face. I heave a mental sigh; it would be nice if he gave warning for once, it would be a nice change that's for sure.

«Will you shut the hell up you stupid brat?»

I cover my nose quickly «Why did you do that Vany?» I whine grinning behind my hand knowing full well that the nickname would anger him even more.

Vanitas sneers in contempt «There's nothing I fucking hate more than your stupid inane giggling; so stop it,»

I lick the front row of my teeth tasting the sharp tang of iron of the blood that slipped in my mouth when Vanitas split my upper lip when he actually aimed for my nose, yeah I don't know how he actually did it, he's just that good at hurting people. «you're so mean, Vany. And also a bit of an ingrate; with all the help I lent you during these years you should at very least be a bit more tolerant!»

My mentor gives me bored look «Yeah, useful for about ten seconds when you explained how that little trick you did back when we first met worked.»

«Aaaaand?» I drawl purposefully annoyingly.

Vanitas rolls his eyes «and why people don't remember my face. Yet it still doesn't explain why that fucking inspector remembers me,»

«Well I can't do all the brainwork-out here, you have to put some effort as well!» I grin.

The raven glowers at me before walking closer to me.

Once he was nose to nose with me, as I'm about to open my mouth to question his actions, he headbutts me straight on the nose.

I quickly cover my nose again and groan in pain.

Should've seen that one coming. I'm disappointed in my self.

«And here I thought you were finally going to kiss me,» I mumble out.

«And after that revelation,» he continues ignoring me completely «you've been so fucking useless that I could tear my fucking hair out.»

I uncover my face as I pout, ignoring the blood that wetted my lips and trickled down my chin «and yet I'm still by your side even after all these years, just admit that you love me Vany!»

The yellow eyed mentor growls «God knows I've fucking tried to get rid of you and no; I fucking hate your guts. And fix that damn nose you pathetic wimp.» he grabs my nose before snapping it back in place with a loud crack.

«Ow! Be gentler! And yeah the only one you love-» I make kissy faces which came out kind of weird since Vanitas was still gripping my nose «is Ventus.» I grin victoriously as his eyes narrow in annoyance.

Oh yeah I know which buttons to push.

My grin soon drops as the yellow-eyed demon's lips twists in a sadistic smile as he gives me vengeful look; and it was then that I realized my mistake.

«You know what Ventus would say now?» he says as he pulls me closer to him by my own bloody nose, literally «don't taunt the crocodile 'till you've crossed the creek (3),»

«Come on Vany I was just kidding!» I plead as I force a shaky smile.

«Vany?» his smirk widens, as he starts to turn my nose.

«Vanitas! I mean Vanitas! Come on man, don't rip-»

-o-

I let out content sigh as I lean down the bench I was sitting on. Stuffing my hands in the pockets of my trousers I feel the edge of my lips pull up slightly as I admired the sunset before of me.

«Wow, I haven't seen you this relaxed in ages,» I hear the man that I came to like chuckle beside me.

I give him a sideways glance before chuckling myself «Well it's been ages since I've had the opportunity to relax,»

He let's out a gruff laugh «Touché,» as he pushes back his pink hair I eye the black bracelet he was wearing, so unlike the colors he usually wears.

«I can't believe you're still wearing that,» I voice my bewilderment.

He gives me a confused frown before realizing what I meant as he followed my line of sight «you keep saying that even all these years, don't you ever get bored?» he smiles lightly.

«Well,» I start playing with my lip piercing, still honestly confused «well- you hate black»

«Yeah? And I don't throw away gifts too.»

I roll my eyes «I told you it wasn't a gift, it was bet. A drunken bet at that.»

He laughs loudly as he probably reminisces his little card game against Luxord. Luxord gains his share of money by playing underground poker, so one can only imagine how drunk Al (4) must have been to bet that he would have won against the cheating bastard.

«Hey you promised I would've gotten to burn that hideous underwear you wear,» he shudders exaggeratingly «and you promised that you would've let me knit you some decent frilly underwear for you as well.» I roll my eyes as his gain a far away kind of look. «You on the other hand» he continues after he awoken from his, most probably disturbing, daydream «only dared me to wear this black bracelet "until you drop dead" and to demonstrate publicly my sexuality.» he gives me a smirk contrasted by a warm look.

I feel myself blush «I thought you were going to kiss one of the guys,» I mutter, «that was so embarrassing.» I pinch the bridge of nose as I tried to repress the memory of Al giving a full on French kiss in front of the whole Organization.

All of a sudden I feel Al grabbing my hand making my jump in surprise, «you can't say it wasn't worth it though,»

I smirk before pecking him on the lips «There's a reason why I've never regretted any of my decisions in my life, for now at least»

«Reneal,» I smile at the name, he was the only one that got to call me that now. «I-»

Suddenly my eyes widen and I quickly jump on my feet drawing one of the blades hidden on my person.

«Larxene!» he immediately changes to my Organization name in alarm «What's wrong?»

«Did you hear that?»

Slowly he stands beside me «I can't hear anything-»

«It was like, wailing of a baby or something,»

Al gives me a weird look «Larx, is this your way of saying that you're… pregnant?»

I narrow my eyes before hitting him on the shoulder.

«Hey, hey careful! Don't mar my perfect skin! You know I bruise easily!» he scowls.

«And I'm being serious Marluxia!»

«About being pregnant? Actually I wouldn't mind- okay, okay I was just kidding! No need to give me the evil look!» he raises his hands in surrender as I glare.

«Come on pinky, I think it came from the woods.»

«But I don't have the right shoes to do that!»

I pause as I stare at his glaringly white shoes, before staring back at him with a raised eyebrow.

He heaves an exasperated sigh «Fine, but you owe me one!»

«Yeah, yeah whatever you say pinky.»

Silence settles as we walk in the woods. Me on the attentive with my knife drawn before me, Al… well he was trying in vain not to get his shoes dirty. Did I already say that it was in vain?

«You choose the wrong time to take a stroll in the woods Larx. It's already pretty dark.»

«Oh don't be a baby, pinky.» I shush him.

«You know, in all the years we've known each other you've never explained why you've donned with such a wonderful nickname.»

«You're right,» I agree distractedly as I scan my surroundings in search of an enemy.

«Are you going to explain it to me?»

«Isn't obvious?»

«Well, yeah. But usually our point of views don't exactly… coincide. So I'd like to hear you say it,»

I laugh «what do you think it is?»

«I think you're referring to the color of my hair and the fact that I like pink. But reason is telling me that you're not one to give me, or anyone for the matter, a compliment as a nickname.» he ends thoughtfully.

I snigger as I jump over a fallen trunk and enter a clearing «you know me so well.»

«I know,»

«In a sense it does refer to your hair,»

«Really?» he responds, surprise evident in his voice.

«Yeah, but it also refers to the fact that if your clothes get dirty during a fight you're as useless as the pinky on my left foot.» I smirk before my eyes narrow as I notice a red splotch on the ground near the far end of the clearing.

On the sidelines I hear Mar sigh «I knew it. Wait, your left foot? That's like saying I'm worth nothing!»

«Exactly,» I cackle as he grumbled begrudgingly.

As I get closer to the redden ground my face twists in to a perturbed frown, «Hey Mar, check this out.»

«Oh, first you insult me then you need my help, typical. Oh ew is that what I think it is?»

«Apparently so…»

«How the hell did this happen? And most importantly where is the rest of the body- don't pick it up! It's filthy

«Don't get your panties in a twist-» «at least my panties have frills» I glare «-I'm wearing my gloves, if it's infected-»

«But it's filthy

«Marluxia? Stop being such a girl

«Well one of us has to be in this relationship, and I'm not, I repeat, I'm not, going to let such an important task fall on your shoulders. You butch.»

I laugh at absurdness of the conversation, not in the least offended, «and yet I was told that in this line of work, if you want to survive, you have to be as less girly as possible.»

Marluxia huffs jokingly «whoever told you that must be a complete and utter nutcase that's for sure.»

I shake my head «you really have no idea.» I analyze the still bleeding nose in my hand. «Whoever did this must have been a real brute. Seems like it's been ripped off.»

«Is that even possible?» asks Mar.

«I'm not sure. Moreover one would think that if a nose or any body part were ripped off there would be a bit more blood. Or at least a trail.» I wonder out loud.

I hear Mar hum in assent «So what do you want us to do, boss?» he asks somewhat jokingly.

«I suppose it's too dark to check it out now, not to mention we might be at a disadvantage if we encounter the culprit.» I turn towards Marluxia, «regarding the well being of the victim, I wouldn't worry to much,» I stand up before dropping the nose to the ground, «it's probably a devotee anyway.»

«But what if it isn't?» he questions.

I give him a leveled gaze «Marluxia let's be serious here. What are the odds that he's one of us?»

«Well, 1 out of 50 probably, but isn't worth the risk?»

«Not in these conditions.» I shake my head.

Marluxia ruffles his hair more than a little disgruntled «Yeah I guess you're right. We should return to base anyway, it's almost dinnertime anyway; I wouldn't want Demyx cooking without Kairi around.» the pink haired man shudders.

I grimace «That would be like skipping dinner, there's no way I would eat poison.»

We start walking towards the Mansion that was just at the outskirts of the very same woods.

«Hey Al?»

«Yeah?»

«Don't you find it weird how we can easily switch from talking about a probable murder victim to dinner?»

«Well, not really, there is a correlation after all.»

«Yeah?»

«Yeah, if we let Demyx cook, we'd all be victims of a murder.»

I let out a laugh.

«Besides,» Al continues as he tries to suppress a chuckle «this is nothing compared to the shit we have to deal with daily.»

I sigh loudly «True, true. I can't disagree with you there my pink haired freak.»

Al smirks «Damn straight you can't my antifrills butch.»

As I said... sappy...

(1) yep I didn't type it wrong three times, they are indeed brown, I'm sure you can guess why :)

(2) Michele de Montaigne (brilliant philosopher IMO)

(3) Dan Rather

(4) Yes I've invented an "original" name for Marluxia as well... and Al is just a nickname, wanna guess what's the full name? :p

As always... if you see any typos grammatical errors PLEASE let me know.

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